Breakneck Speed Lyrics - Walkabouts

The season has come 

When nothing gets done 

Save copycat killin' 

Away from windows 

asleep on the floor 

The wheel of misfortune spins in the yard 

And by the way 

And by the way 

I'm . . . 

(And) by the way 

(And) by the way 

I'm almost moving breakneck speed 

Good news is no news 

The whole things comes down 

To character murder 

Cattle are driven 

To market or prison 

Hindsight a genius lost in the blood 

And by the way 

And by the way 

I'm . . . 

(And) by the way 

(And) by the way 

I'm almost moving breakneck speed 

Tip my hat 

And then I'm good as gone 

I'm good and ready 

Beside myself - breakneck speed 

Stretch my reach 

You know I'd steal the shoes 

Right off a dead man's feet 

Beside myself - breakneck speed 

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